Crepypastas Stories

Highest rankings: #1 on creepypastaxreader #1 on creepypasta When Y/N L/N accidentally gets added onto a groupchat of absolute imbeciles, she, an idiot, decides to continue to talk to these "angsty teens". Unbeknownst to her, they kinda do be killing doe. 😳👀 This is inspired by many texting fanfics I've read! I forgot most of their names but whatEVER. I think you can find one of them on Quotev, I think it's called "Messages", i don't know I haven't read all of it yet but it's so far a masterpiece full of memes. I can probably update a lot cause sis is homeschooled, yolo. I do have a schedule tho, so give me some patience. And yes I am weird asf and kinda dumb 🤭 typical homeschool stereotype, don't bully me. Also I'm not a big fan of cussing but if a bunch of rebellious serial killers don't cuss then what are they? Sorry if I mess up your Christian vibes ✋😔 (I'm kinda a Christian too actually- if I say the F word I probably misspelled or something.) Enjoy, hoe. 👁👄👁 -Yourlocalcrackhead

Y/N L/N just wants to get through high school unnoticed. But the hallucinations won't stop. The static in his ears won't fade. And the tall, faceless figure lurking at the edge of his vision keeps getting closer. Strange symbols appear in his notebooks. His reflection changes when no one's looking. And something in the woods behind his home watches him... waiting. As the shadows close in around him, Y/N begins to realize the horrifying truth: He isn't just being followed. He's being claimed. By something the world only whispers about. the Tall Man. Slenderman.

(First story as an author, open to feedbacks!) In which, you, an assassin disguised as a maid, take on jobs set by heartless billionaires, jealous rival, and corrupt politicians lead you to a small town. Where you meet an organization of... killers? Named the Creepypasta? Will you discover the path to convey emotions you so longed for through said Creepypastas?

i'm going to try my best to keep it gender neutral but it is a x male reader so..

I thought I was just reading a story. Then it started reacting to my thoughts. Then it showed me things I never wrote. If you keep reading, it continues. If you stop, it might not. The problem is- every version of you has already made both choices.

umm just a x male reader story nothing special really sorry if my gramar sucks if you see any spelling errors pls tell me so i can correct them if you have any sugestion pls tell me *extra info* y/n= your name e/c = eye color f/c = favorite color h/c = hair color f/n= full name f/f = favorite food

"Sweetheart," His voice was low, an attempt at comforting you as he held your face. You turned away, flinching as his thumb ran circles on your cheek. "I'm not going to ever hurt you..." His voice was soft, but you knew better. God, you knew better. "I'm keeping you safe..." he murmured. "You make me feel ... like I'm getting better." "You'll be safe if you just stay with me..." Authors note: Chapters are written in long format, meaning this is going to read far more as a book. I update as much as I have time for, but in saying this, lots of editing and re-writing occurs and takes time. I take care in this story as it means a lot to me as a passion project and want it to be something I can be proud of. Thank you for understanding and I hope you all can enjoy this as much as I love writing it! -M

what the title says y/n uses she/her pronouns if you prefer a y/n with they/them pronouns, I have another version of this story on my profile!

This Is a Boyfriend and Girlfriend Scenario Fanic For Creepypasta! So far the Creepypasta's In it are • Jeff the killer • Ben Drowned • Eyeless Jack • Laughing Jack • Jane the killer • Masky • Hoodie • Dr. Smiley • Bloody Painter • Smile Dog ( Human form) • Ticci Toby • Lost Sliver •"New" Clockwork You may make requests for People and Scenario's! ( We can add more girls) *I don't own the characters in the story. Each pasta belongs to the true owners. Started: March 20, 2017

Contains Slenderman, LJ, EJ, Masky, Toby, Hoodie, Ben, Jeff, Bloody Painter, The Pianist, Puppeteer, Homicidal Liu, Tenderman and my OC Story Changer

this is an alternative universe to creepypasta where they are not all murderers and only kill during the night and are normal by day. story:Evelyn(a 20 year old cornish girl who moved to Oregon for film college)was camping with her American friends who were as smart as most girls who get killed first in horror movies and decided to camp right near the perimeter of Ghostville completely oblivious. on the first night, her friends asked Everlyn to go get some more firewood for them. she's not as dumb as the girls, so she said no at first, but being both from a small town and British, she eventually went. with a flashlight but the friends gave her a low battery one so it ran out super quickly so she couldn't see and bumped in to a tall dark figure(laughing Jack) but she didn't know that at the time because it was too dark but she still apologised to him after bumping in to him (her thick cornish accent made laughing Jack instantly have a crush on her and the next night he kidnaps her) will they fall in love and live happily ever after or will Evelyn die of fright (btw Evelyn O'hare is basically Y/n but given a name and a ready mad backstory because why not)(also its 18+ because of the violence not because of smut because I can't write smut)

Ever since (Y/n) had inherited her great grandfather's farm in the desolate town of Markwood, she had been living paycheck to paycheck as a farmer. So when she ends up holding an intruder hostage in her home, she's torn between killing him or keeping him alive. He is one more mouth to feed, but letting him go could mean her demise. Cover art by: nala_fel on Instagram

A Nico di Angelo one-shot book. Warning: This contains underrated ships or rare ships and all of it are gay so if you don't like gay ships or any of the ships in this book then you can leave and find another book. Disclaimer: The PJo and Hoo series belongs to Uncle Rick, not me. Book cover is from Velinxi✨️

You're mouth, does it still hurt? Did it myself! I know it hurts. It's fine. I'll kiss it better, I promise.

Centuries ago, a great sickness swept the land. People died in every corner, their eyes dull and their bodies failing, while one child remained untouched. Unharmed. Eyes clear, body unbroken, a living anomaly in a world succumbing to despair. But miracles are rarely safe. Taken by an organization seeking answers, experimented on, and ultimately burned at the stake by fearful townsfolk, the child should have been gone forever. Yet someone kept the ashes.. Now, in a forest that seems to remember what others have forgotten, a single missing poster appears-bearing your face, your eyes unblinking, staring into the world that should have moved on. Something watches. Something waits. And whatever has survived the fire is no longer meant to stay hidden.

Every sense was on end as Jack held you to his chest. Your chest was aching with some long forgotten emotion and it felt like fireworks were bursting away in your heart. Jack's mask was gone, left on the blanket as he pulled you into a slow waltz. Your eyes illuminated the blank shock on your face. Somehow your world was revolving around this moment. Your throat was burning with thirst. You bit your lip, and Jack noticed. "You're thirsty, aren't you?" He asked. Shame washed over you. You should be more than your need for blood, and base instinct. "Stop that. I hate it when you do that." You looked up at Jack, taken aback. "Stop what?" You asked, confusion clouding your brain. "Stop being ashamed of yourself. Stop trying to reach unrealistic goals no one set for you. Just because you need blood to survive does not mean that defines who you are."

Katherine's life has always been terrible. Her mother died giving birth to her, her father's an alcoholic, hated by everyone, the list goes on and on. But one day she meets a certain serial killer that changes her entire world and might just end up saving her life.

You moved to a new town as an aspiring cryptid/Paranormal hunter. However you fell into more than what you bargained for...

(Y/N) is an employee at La Meurice. She's been working for a little over a year now, saving up for a trip to The States. When she receives a certain customer that has a love for wine, but a short temper for dumb waitresses. x DISCONTINUED x

Life as a proxy is tiring sometimes, especially for someone that is in the business for so long. But violence is the only thing she knows, it's no use trying to go back to a mundane life now.